Month: May 2014

Successful Single Ladies in Art

My life is confined to a couch, a computer, a book, my phone, and Apple TV. Oh, and I have coloring pencils and white paper just in case I get desperate. Why? Simply because my knee was crushed, pulverized and manhandled last week. It was felt up on a sunny morning in a surgery room in Bern, like a slutty teen in the back of a pickup truck in 1963. I’ve digested magazines back to back, procrastinated on reading the last ten pages of my book because I don’t want it to end, skimmed over endless movie trailers online to pick one film, and I’ve starred at my dangling foot and a pack of ice over my knee that is currently the size of an elephant, more than I’ve dared to look at myself in the mirror in the past week. It’s not about vanity; it’s about the blasting pain I feel when I get up and the blood rushes back to my foot. Surgery is the price to pay for ski season. After all, I do …

A Tale of Three Muses

I have decided that today is good day for the revival of some good ol’ art gossip filled with passion and sex and crazy, overwhelming emotions and heartbreak. We have Ilona Staller, a.k.a. Cicciolina, a.k.a. Jeff Koon’s ex-wife and former porn star, to thank for this. I saw her portrait in the David Bailey exhibition in London’s National Portrait Gallery as the little coquette that she is and sparks flew and I just knew. I knew that a little passionate story-telling time is what we all need on a casual Wednesday in May. Here is a whimsical recap of my three favorite scandalous muses of the 20th century. I love these tragic creatures because they drove certain artists CRAZZZZZY and the artistic fruit that that craziness bore is just fabulous. In no specific order, please welcome our muses: 1. George Dyer was Francis Bacon’s most tumultuous lover. His name, now a days, is synonymous with $$$. The pair met on a cool English night when a confused Mr. Dyer broke into Bacon’s London home in late 1963. A disturbed genius, as …

Poor Old David

Word around town is that Michelangelo’s David has weak ankles. But who can blame the poor guy? He’s been standing for 510 years in the same contraposto pose, looking beautifully innocent with his crisp curls and dashing gaze. Experts have identified small cracks that are making him frail – and when you are the world’s most famous sculpture and you have been carved out of a single block of marble, then yes, by all means small cracks are something to worry about. It’s no one’s fault really. When Michelangelo was commissioned by the city of Florence in 1501 to carve this colossal figure originally as an outdoor sculpture for the city’s Basilica, he made use of a 40 year-old piece of marble that belonged to no one. This chunk, cut from the famous, gleaming white peaks of Carrara (that once upon a time supplied the Roman empire for the construction of their monuments) had had two unsuccessful carving attempts by local artists. In order to avoid the hassle of getting a new piece, 26 year-old Michelangelo decided to use …

How To Become a Gallerina(o)

Ga-lle-ri-na (noun) – as defined by Urban Dictionary (my favorite), “The waif-like girls in opaque tights who rule the art galleries in Chelsea and other art districts. Like ballerinas, they are generally delicate-looking, coiffed, and can come off as cold. “ Art Gallery + Ballerina = Gallerina Although the term is as feminine as can be, gallerina applies to girls and boys alike, and we’ve all been gallerinas at one point or another (normally in your first job in a gallery). If you’ve been working in the art gallery circuit for over 5 years and you’re still a gallerina – run for the hills, my friend because something’s not right. This delectable term and stereotype came to my attention in 2008 when I was a sophomore in university, thanks to this must-read NY Times piece. I was majoring in Art History and interning at Marlborough Gallery in New York, and this article was my epiphany. The universe asked, What do you want to be when you ‘grow up’? 19 year-old me: A Gallerina! WHAT DO THESE GATEKEEPERS TO THE ART WORLD ACTUALLY DO, YOU ASK?  Gallerinas …